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She was looking at his
erection, her eyes now more pleading than defiant.
“Oh, please don’t do
this.” “You aren’t going to fuck me, are you?”
The little bitch, what makes
her think she has the right to tell him what to do, or even worse, what
not to do. Not after what she’d done. Maybe he thought she really didn’t sound
convincing enough. The girl really did want him to do the same with her as
she’d let boy he was punishing her for. To her the spanking wasn’t punishment,
it’d been sexually stimulating. The little bitch wanted her stepfather even
more than he wanted her. Maybe he hadn’t even intended to do what she was now
telling him not to do. But, the thought of her allowing a stranger to have what
she’d deny her own father incited him all the more.
It wasn’t that Tricia
didn’t know what the word meant. Telling him not to ‘fuck’ her after what she’d
done, she had it all figured out, how he’d react. Her eyes were on his
erection, there wasn’t any question what he was planning to do. Before, he’d
been uncertain what action was needed. Now it was crystal clear what that girl
needed
God, he thought his
cock would burst, he was so anxious to have some of what. he
knew was now his for the taking. The disciplinarian of the house had a
responsibility to maintain, and, by God,, he wasn’t
about to ignore his.
“I know what a girl
like you needs, Tricia. You’re going to learn that if you act like a whore
you’re going to be treated like one.”
***
She’d followed him
willingly while he led her to her bed. Lying there, she seemed fixated with his
nakedness and what he obviously was planning to do. He couldn’t tell if she was
resigned to accept the inevitable or was actually eager to seek redemption for
the deplorable way she’d acted with that boy.
God, that girl looked
divine lying there watching as he lowered himself to her. If she didn’t want
him to do this, why was she spreading her legs so wide to make everything
easier for him? Long, shiny dark hair hanging casually over her shoulders,
partially covering cupcake breasts, the dark thick pubic hairs where he’d soon
be, wasn’t it all an open invitation for what was about to happen? If the little slut was so dead set against
what he was going to do, why wasn’t she rolled up into a ball rather than lying there looking like she was
posing for a magazine centerfold or something? Tricia sure as hell wasn’t
telling him not to do what she knew damn well he was intending, not anymore, she
wasn’t.
While she’d earlier
been struggling and protested, Tricia sure quieted
down when he’d gotten himself as naked as she was. She’d stared plenty at his
erection, probably lusting for what was obviously much bigger than those high
school boys she was giving up her tight little pussy for.
There was an unreadable
expression in her blue, green eyes, was it contempt, or maybe it was victory.
He, the almighty dictator, the one who’d pass moral judgment on his harlot
daughter wasn’t all that much better, was he? Without a word, she opened her
thighs as his body moved towards her dark spot.
As her father’s
erection touched, then began disappearing into his daughter’s hairy patch, a
little wince formed at the corner of her mouth. Other than that, there hardly
was any reaction at all, not at first, anyway. He’d remembered complimenting
her. A man shouldn’t give praise to a girt he’s punishing for being bad, but he
did anyway. She’d opened those eyes again to his words.
“Ah, so nice and tight
you are. Youngntite, you feel real good, that lovely body of yours.”
“Am I being a bad girl now,
Daddy?” she questioned, as she opened her legs wider and writhed and twisted
her body up deeper onto his erection. He
didn’t even notice the contempt in her question, the way the words rolled off
her tongue like a bad taste in her mouth or something.
She was juicy and easy,
tight like a girl her age would be expected to be. He was all the way in now,
she content to let him remain where he was, deep inside and languishing in her
heat. There wasn’t any guilt in what he was doing anymore. It was clear to him
now. This wasn’t a rape at all. The girl was recognizing his authority and
accepting her punishment like a naughty stepdaughter should. Was this really so
much different than the spanking he’d given her earlier. Sin for sin, wasn’t
that a way to make wrong things right? God, this girl was feeling good to him,
into his stepdaughter so deep and tight, it’d be so easy to cumm right now.
Moments later he was
moving in her again. If the little bitch hated what he was doing to her like
she claimed later, why had she picked up his rhythm, pushing back against him
with as much vigor and enthusiasm as his almost violent thrusting into her? How
could she not be enjoying this as much as him? Yet the words rolling off her
tongue, the look in her eyes as she spoke seemed anything but admiration and
respect. Is it possible for a girl to enjoy something like this, but hate the
man doing it to her?
“You like me being a
bad girl now, don’t you? Is it better this way Daddy? Does it feel
better for you now, to do this to your daughter instead of watching her
with someone else?”
Eyes watching his
expression, Tricia’s hands were gripping his shoulders, pulling her trim body
violently back against his every time the jolt of his vigorous thrusts pushed
her away. Their sex was getting noisy now too, wasn’t slurping, wet sex further
proof of the girl’s mounting pleasure.
God, what a great piece
of ass this little minx was turning out to be. He could feel his balls churning
in their tightening sack. Knowing it’d be impossible to ‘pull out’ at the right
moment, he wonder what Tricia would think when he cummed in her. She must know
how close he’s getting. It wouldn’t make any difference in this case, but he
hoped the little bitch was on birth control if she was going to fuck around
with those young boys anymore.
He remembered thinking
elatedly that she must have begun enjoying what he was doing soon after they’d
started. At first she’d laid in his arms limp and passive, her vagina dry and
tight, but not for long. When she became
wet and slippery, and her pelvis tilted upward towards every thrust, that’s
when he knew his naughty little girl began enjoying him as much as he was
savoring her.
Already he was wondering
how many times it’d take of punishment like this for a daughter to learn her
lesson. On the other hand, maybe she’d start enjoying what she could get at
home so much she’d decide a real man was enough and she wouldn’t need those
other boys any more. It’d be easier for all parties concerned, keeping it all
in the family, so to speak. No pregnancy, she’d keep her ‘good girl’ reputation
at school, and, he’d be ready anytime the little minx got horny. But, that’s
not the way it all worked out.
***
It probably would have
been better if Tricia had screamed or at least struggled some instead of being
submissive like she’d been at first. How was he to know she hated what was
happening to her. Her body was wet and receptive soon after his merged into hers.
Her firm hips were moving towards rather than away from him as they fornicated.
When he was nearing ejaculation and his thrusts became even more aggressive, it
seemed she was reacting like a woman would who was enjoying what her man was
doing.
“I’m cumming Daddy,
you’re making your little daughter cumm.”
Of course she hadn’t
said anything at all like that. Tricia was too proud to admit to finding
pleasure in what her own father had done to her. But, he wasn’t some
inexperienced young boy who didn’t know how a girl reacted during orgasm. At
the moments of his spurting release, her vagina started that reactionary
clamping and release you’d expect from a woman with years of sexual experience.
And, there was no doubt she’d enjoyed what happened to her. Wouldn’t a person
have doubts about a first rape if the so-called ‘victim’ kept coming back for
more again that same night and at least once every night for rest of the time
her mother was out of town visiting her sister?
***
Punishing Tricia for
her ‘sins’ was like he’d unleashed a flood that couldn’t be controlled. No
sooner had he gone to sleep in his own bed, she was back for more. She pulled
back the covers. He awoke to her sucking and stroking what had, of course, come
alive again, this time in her mouth. Rape, huh? She sure didn’t tell her mother
about that when she was ratting on her stepfather for supposedly raping her.
As he raised his body
partially to see who and what was going on, she stopped what she was doing, his
pre ejaculate wetting the corners of her mouth.
“You’re a naughty man,
Daddy, letting your daughter do this to you. I’m punishing you for letting me
do this to you.”
What a way for the
little bitch to get back at him. “No Bro fox, don thro me in da briar patch, anyting but dat.” So bro fox did exactly that, and bro rabbit run
merrily away.
Of course, there’d been
a moment for decision. He was much stronger physically than the wisp of a girl
leading him on so. She was testing him, no doubt, but how should he react? The right thing would be to push Tricia away, make her go back to her own
room and reflect on what a whore she’d become. But, now she was moving that
delectable body over his. Straddling!
The little bitch was
going to fuck him now, the same as he’d done to her before. If the punishment
she’d received for doing that classmate had been right, wouldn’t the same
reasoning apply in this case too? Wasn’t what her authority figure was letting
her do now, in fact, actually encouraging even more sinning than the original
one? Not making Tricia stop what she’d started this time, in fact encouraging
her to continue, wouldn’t that now make the father as guilty as his daughter?
He could prevent this, not let his daughter go ahead with such debased
reasoning, but both of them knew he was too weak to resist temptation like what
was happening now.
And, with him lying
flat on his back, her ninety-five pounds of delectable body was poised,
preparing to slowly letting itself down onto what she was holding in her grasp.
Her heat, his bursting erection was so very close to her dark patch, almost
touching.
“You want me to do
this, don’t you Daddy? It’s okay if I’m bad as long as it’s with you, isn’t
it?” Their naked parts were actually touching now. “Isn’t it Daddy, you don’t
mind me fucking, as long as you’re the one who I’m doing it with?”
The warmth of her
femininity was backing away. The little tease wasn’t preparing to deny him now,
was she?
“Answer me Daddy; do
you want me to fuck you? Or do you want me to be a good girl and go back to my
room?”
He knew what the little
bitch was implying, but what could he say? If he didn’t give her an answer,
Tricia might get angry and refuse to continue what she’d already started. The
little bitch, she knew she had him so’s he’d do anything she said.
Yes, damn it; I want
you to be bad. But, only with me, it’s only okay when you have sex with me.
He’d been serious, but
knew damn well that little laugh of Tricia’s wasn’t because she was sharing
humor. It was because of the way she had her ‘protector’ wrapped around her
little finger.
Her face was inches
away from his as she reached between them. Her hand was grasping his penis as
she slowly led it to her damp warmth.
“You’re such a nice
Daddy to be doing this to your little Tricia.”
He just closed his eyes
and groaned with the depravity of it.
***
Her youthful body was
settling again. He didn’t want to distinguish between right and wrong anymore,
only to experience more of what was beginning to resume.
Tricia’s flower is
unfurling around his erection, slowly engulfing him with her heat. Her naked body, slim and perfect, wet and
slick, pauses for a brief second.
“Yes, that’s it, honey.
Ah, so youngntite, Tricia, you’re absolutely perfect.”
It was more of a
contemptuous smirk than a passionate smile as she looked down on who she was
sharing this with. But, the punishment wouldn’t be complete without the total
act. How she felt towards this man didn’t have to influence the enjoyment of
it, right?
Sitting upright now,
slowly and completely her tightness settles fully on him. To maximize the
pleasure, her lithe body grinds and twists down on his burying his erection
even deeper into her receptive depths. Leaning forward now, Tricia’s shiny
black hair falls across his face and shoulders as her open mouth finds his in a
tongue exploring kiss. God, he had to fight the impulse to cumm at that very
moment.
She was sitting further
back again, wiggling her vagina as deep onto him as her tightness and his
length would allow. Looking down from her lofty perch, her eyes were savage and
vindictive. She was winning this battle of body and wit while relishing every
second and inch of it.
“I kissed that boy when
I was fucking him too, the same as I am with you, Daddy. Now you can say you
punished me for that too.”
He hated it when the
little bitch kept calling him ‘Daddy’, like she was now. He was her stepfather
for years and she’d never once implied he was ‘Daddy’ up until he’d found an
appropriate punishment for her whorish behavior. But, the little minx had him so
under control with what she was doing he was like a puppy minding his mistress.
He’d let her cut off an arm and a leg right now, as long as she didn’t quit
what she was doing.
Slowly withdrawing then
easing back down, pausing for agonizing seconds while writhing and twisting her
tight pussy on his ecstatic cock, what he’d stolen before, she was now giving
up of her own accord. Who was punishing whom? Wasn’t she proving the so-called
discipliner didn’t have enough will power to resist a girl like her? With the
body of a Greek goddess and the whiles of Cleopatra, this young girl had her
man so mesmerized he was under her total control. She knew it—and he did too.
“You’re the one who’s
being naughty now, aren’t you Daddy? You’re so naughty you little girl is
punishing you for being bad.”
Gorgeous girl
straddling him like she was, bouncing up and down on his erection while he
fondled her breasts, it wasn’t long before he felt his balls churn. When he
cummed, he was pretty sure she did too.
Ben awakened the next
morning to find his stepdaughter gone.
“The little whore
probably sneaked out to be with that boyfriend. She’s probably fucking him
now.”
That night she was
waiting when he arrived home.
“Yes, I was with that
boy again. I let him do the same thing to me as he did that other time.”
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THE BRIDE
Of course there’s someone who wouldn’t have been so happy if he’d known who’d taken his place for the ultimate ‘harvest’. As Charles softly closed the door and walked down the hallway, the groom was snoring fitfully in the Queen Anne chair a short distance from his contented wife. In his drunken stupor he was trying to assimilate a picture that kept going over and over in his mind.
In the wee hours of the morning, like pieces of a puzzle, it all became crystal clear. He woke with a start.
“My God, it can’t be.”
Like a negative in a developing pan, it had been blurred at first, and then the picture gradually took form. There were two people on the bed, a man and a woman. She was on her back; a man was between her legs, a black man. Her white dress was hiked up around her waist. His pants were down around his ankles.
Her slim white legs were wrapped up over his shoulders. As dark hips pumped that gigantic black penis in and out of her stretched vagina, her hips were moving in cadence with the man’s as she purred and he growled out sounds of pleasure and satisfaction.
The groom stumbled his way over to the wedding bed. He was shamed when, in the dimly lit room, he saw his gorgeous little blond wife sleeping so pure and innocent. He was so glad she’d made him wait till they were married before he claimed his prize. Did she murmur something as her entered her. “Oh Charles, you’re doing it again.” NO, he must have heard wrong. That had just been a dream.
Charles White had his prize too. He kept her panties, the ones his ‘bride’ gave him on her wedding night. He still has them…. locked away in a drawer with his other ‘treasures’.
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